The two chatted for a while longer, and Zhang Rongfang discovered that Zhang Qingzhi seemed to have an extraordinary background.
Judging from his words and actions, this person is gentle and considerate of the feelings and emotions of others.
Moreover, when he interacted with the other Daoist priests of the Heavenly Treasure Palace, their attitudes towards him were quite subtle.
Especially among some older Daoist priests, it can be seen that they seem to have a special kind of approval for Zhang Qingzhi.
After we finished talking and went back...
After a light lunch, several more people arrived in the waiting area; they were all clearly participating in the Asking Master activity together.
At 2 PM, finally, nine people, including Zhang Rongfang, were led in single file to a Quiet Room a side hall of the Heavenly Treasure Palace.
The Quiet Room was very large, about the size of two basketball courts.
The surrounding area was all white walls, and the ceiling was painted with a colorful picture of gods worshipping the Celestial Venerable.
In the center of the room, there are three Prayer Mat.
Three elderly Daoist priests, who appeared to have white hair and an air of otherworldly wisdom, sat on the Prayer Mat.
Zhang Qingzhi led everyone to Quiet Room and waited patiently for the result.
The group handed their Daoist Certificate to a Daoist priest standing nearby, who then passed them to three Asking Masters for examination.
"I am Han Ru, Daoist Title Lingguang, and I am seeking a position as a Daoist official specializing in alchemy. Those interested may come and be tested upon seeing this sign," the female Daoist on the far left announced loudly.
She slowly took a wooden sign from behind her back, on which were written the points that needed to be assessed.
"I am Zhou Xingzu, Daoist Title Pingyang. I manage two Medicine Garden. Those interested may come."
An old Daoist priest in the middle spoke slowly.
The remaining old Daoist priest appeared to be the oldest.
"I am Yan Qingguang, my Daoist Title Feiyang, and I lack one person to manage the agricultural affairs."
The three men didn't even look at the others. After speaking, they took out a wooden plaque from behind their backs, placed it in front of them, and continued to meditate and cultivate their Civilian Skill.
The group left behind looking at each other, then stepped forward to study the assessment content on the wooden sign.
Zhang Rongfang shook his head inwardly.
He came here to find the Secret Medicine, the Bewildering Jade Marrow, not to serve as someone's servant.
He doesn't have the time or energy to waste.
Between the Great Way palaces.
Yue Dewen, with his hands behind his back, leisurely surveyed the entire palace complex.
He always wore a kind smile, looking like a wealthy idler or a restaurant owner.
His chubby belly was as soft as a rubber ball, and he would pat it from time to time, making a dull thud.
With such an image, if he walked down the street, no one would equate him with the current Grand Master of the True Great Dao Sect.
But that's exactly what he is.
Since he took charge of the Great Dao Sect, the entire sect has developed rapidly and is thriving.
Furthermore, because he avoided conflict and advocated loyalty to the emperor and serving the country, he focused primarily on Civilian Skill.
As a result, he gained Ling Emperor's favor and received much support from him.
Despite these positive developments, Yue Dewen still harbored a lingering concern.
Heavenly Treasure Palace, the path is shaded by trees.
He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a purple Daoist robe, with a red belt Locked Script, and a bronze mirror carved with dragons and phoenixes in the shape of Yin Supreme Ultimate on his chest.
The bronze mirror was also engraved with the intricate text of the Longevity Supreme Mystery Scripture.
Judging by his appearance alone, he is certainly qualified to Grand Master.
But, "Lao Dou," Yue Dewen looked up at the sky and sighed, "Tell me, after selecting eligible young disciples nationwide and having hundreds of thousands of followers diligently cultivate their Civilian Skill for so many years, how come we still can't find a second Xiao Zhi?"
"You ask me? How would I know?" A cold, hard old man's voice came from somewhere.
"I've been sending that kid to greet guests for two years now, and he's still the same old guy???" Yue Dewen sighed deeply, looking heartbroken.
"So you should continue looking for a second disciple. Don't put all your hopes on that kid," the old Cold Hard Old Man.
"With the Three Pure Ones above, could it truly be that Heaven intends to destroy our Great Dao Sect? I Grand Master for so many years, and I haven't even been able to find a Golden Core under the age of twenty-five."
"How can we face the past sect Grand Master in the underworld after this?" Yue Dewen shook his head and sighed.
To date, he has only found one person in the entire Great Dao Sect: Zhang Qingzhi, who is now twenty-two years old and has already reached the Golden Core cultivation level.
Although he is a pure Wen Xiu, with the experts from the Snow Rainbow Pavilion watching over him, there are no problems at all.
Zhang Qingzhi's talent is terrifying, but he has one major problem.
If this problem isn't solved, Yue Dewen will feel helpless in the future.
If it weren't for the sect's unique teachings requiring this strict rule, he wouldn't be suffering so much.
"Recently, the Eastern Sect Western Sect have been fighting each other. How is the situation? Will it affect our Heavenly Treasure Palace?"
"Our Heavenly Treasure Palace consists of weak and frail Daoists; we can't withstand a fight! If any Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator is injured, the Twelve Pavilion Lords of your Snow Rainbow Pavilion will bear national responsibility!"
Composing himself, Yue Dewen casually asked.
"Heh." The Cold Hard Old Man ignored him.
"Lao Dou, as the Grand Pavilion Lord, the Third Great Grandmaster Under Heaven, First Spirit General of the Imperial Clan, why don't you help our old friend out a bit? The Eastern Sect is so ruthless. If they launch a counterattack before they die and harm our Heavenly Treasure Palace, you can't bear the blame." Yue Dewen said righteously.
"I'd be a fool to believe you!" After living together for decades, my Lao Dou no longer believes anything this guy says.
"I'm serious," Yue Dewen said, dissatisfied. "Fifty years! I've been the Grand Master for fifty years. In all these years, have I ever lied?"
"You think you're the Second Under Heaven?! Who can beat you except Damir?! How dare you say that?" the Lao Dou immediately retorted.
"But I'm not Spirit General! Look at me, I'm ninety-six this year. With my current Spirit Transformation cultivation, I'll probably live for another ten years at most."
Heaven have mercy, His Majesty still won't allow me to become Spirit General! This is going to kill me! I wish I could live like an old tortoise like you, Lao Dou!
"You son of a bitch!!"
"Don't swear! Swearing is wrong. As Great Grandmaster, you should have some composure." Yue Dewen picked at his earwax, flicked his finger, and the earwax flew several meters away.
"You insulted me first!"
"Alright, alright, I won't stoop to your level. Our Great Dao Sect values harmony above all else. The way of nature and harmony resides in the heart. Arguing with a boorish brute like you would only lower my standards."
"Fuck your mother!"
The Lao Dou got angry again and started yelling at Yue Dewen.
After venting his pent-up anger, Yue Dewen felt much better. He couldn't hear his old friend's cursing at all, and hummed a little tune as he slowly continued his patrol of the Dao Palace's safety.
Yes.
He had nothing to do all day except cultivate his Civilian Skill and wander around to ensure the safety of the Dao Palace.
On the surface, he was a weak and powerless Grand Master of the Great Dao Sect.
In reality, he is the Second Under Heaven Great Grandmaster Great Ling the world, second only to the Imperial Tutor Damir.
The True One Sect and the Black Ten Sect are no match for them.
Aside from the Spirit General who Worship God, none of the others were his type.
Of course, even Great Grandmaster, though powerful, would find it difficult to kill Spirit Vein.
But it doesn't matter, since he's an Imperial Clan chosen one.
Besides being Great Grandmaster, he is also Longevity True Person granted special permission by the Imperial Clan. Members of the Imperial Clan would consult him from time to time about the path to immortality.
So if he wants a Spirit Vein to die, he only needs to give a heads-up.
As Yue Dewen leisurely walked to the Sword Void Hall, he looked through the open window and immediately saw the Daoist Official Asking Master a question.
This kind of Asking Master activity is generally only used for the many Daoists who come from various Dao Palace to further their studies.
These Daoist priests came from all over the country. They were highly skilled, ambitious, capable, and good at handling affairs. They were generally very popular with all the halls and departments of the Heavenly Treasure Palace.
Of course, they also have their drawbacks.
The downside is that these outsiders are generally quite old and lack potential.
However, as Yue Dewen glanced at the group of people participating in the Asking Master through the window, he suddenly noticed that his apprentice Zhang Qingzhi was also there.
He was immediately furious.
Inside the hall at this time.
Zhang Rongfang was pondering whether or not to reveal his true Civilian Skill Cultivation.
The main problem is that it can't be explained properly.
If there's Faneng explain why he reached the Golden Core at such a young age, then things will definitely be easier for him in the future.
Unfortunately, that's not the case. In that case, I can only reduce my cultivation level and say that I should be fine once I reach the Fifth Revolution Core Formation.
Didn't you hear what Zhang Qingzhi just said? At his age, he's the most talented genius in the Heavenly Treasure Palace, and he's already at the Fifth Revolution Core Formation.
But will this affect his plans for a rapid promotion?
Zhang Rongfang was hesitant.
The information we've obtained is still too limited.
In such a desperate world, he had to be extremely careful, especially since he was so close to the Ling Ting.
What if his abnormality is discovered, and he's captured and dissected? Think of those eerie and mysterious Secret Teaching, their Statue, their Spirit Vein. Who knows how many secrets this world still holds?
Zhang Rongfang was still undecided about whether or not to reveal his cultivation level.
He glanced at the three Asking Masters.
Instead of going directly to take the exam, she moved closer to Zhang Qingzhi, who was waiting to the side.
He's already figured it out; this guy's very easy to talk to. He'll use him to his heart's content.
"Brother Dao, you just said that someone my age who Core Formation Realm is considered a genius, right?"
He acted like he knew Zhang Qingzhi well and whispered a question to him.
Zhang Qingzhi felt that he wasn't that familiar with him, but he was always shy and couldn't just ignore him.
The two of them had at least chatted for a while.
"That's true. What, Junior Brother, do you want to pursue a Civilian Skill?"
"Exactly." Zhang Rongfang nodded earnestly. "Then may I ask what benefits there are for those with good Civilian Skill talent and higher cultivation levels?"
"Benefits?" Zhang Qingzhi thought for a moment. "If you do less work each month but receive more money, does that count?"
"Yes! Of course it counts!" Zhang Rongfang clapped his hands, then looked around. "Any other benefits?"
Zhang Qingzhi looked at him helplessly.
"You can freely exchange Civilian Skill with other Great Cultivator every day, does that count? And occasionally you can receive invitations to health-preserving tea parties from Noble outside. Of course, they will all give you money and benefits."
"What about safety? We Wen Xiu are just ordinary people who are weak and vulnerable. What if something happens to us?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.
"Of course, there are specialized experts protecting us. Every year, our Heavenly Treasure Palace has experts from the Snow Rainbow Pavilion stationed there. It's just that we usually don't have access to them," Zhang Qingzhi with a hint of helplessness.
This Zhang Ying kept asking questions, but wouldn't say what they wanted to do.
"Is that so?" Zhang Rongfang. "If I were nineteen years old and my Civilian Skill were also at the Core Formation Realm, what kind of treatment would I receive?"
He still asked it anyway.
I finally asked.
Zhang Qingzhi looked at him.
"Junior brother, you'd better not joke with me. No one will believe your Daoist Certificate."
"You're thirty years old, don't pretend to be nineteen."
He shook his head helplessly.
" At the Core Formation Realm of thirty years old, with Fourth Grade martial arts skills, you can have a good future after further training. But junior brother, please remember never to forge your Daoist Certificate identity for personal gain."
Zhang Qingzhi patiently advised him.
He had actually given the other person a subtle hint during their earlier chat in the grove.
But the other party didn't respond.
He finally said those words now.
"..." Zhang Rongfang's smile froze instantly.
He looked at the other person's face, then touched his own.
"If I told you that I am actually at the Golden Core Stage, would you believe me?" He raised his head and looked at Zhang Qingzhi.
"Brother, let me be frank. You're almost forty, right? The Golden Core Stage is pretty good. I'll ask my uncles later; I should be able to get a good position. But at this age, you really shouldn't mess around," Zhang Qingzhi said patiently.
Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes. Did he really look that middle-aged or elderly?
"But I really am nineteen." He looked into Zhang Qingzhi's clear eyes, as if to emphasize it again.
But suddenly, he couldn't bring himself to say those words.
Because he suddenly remembered that every time he added points to the Attribute Panel, a large amount of cultivation memories were poured into his mind.
If those memories were truly from consuming time for cultivation, then the traces reflected in his bone age might also be real!
'Could it be that I'm really almost forty???'
Suddenly, a terrible thought arose in Zhang Rongfang's mind.